Gah, the white fringed boots have arrived at Topshop. Don't matter though, as this lame-ass country can't be shipped to apparently. As Napoleon Dynamite would say;
They are hot aren't they. I could just see myself, stepping out of our white Bentley convertible in front of the Ivy in LA, and getting seated right away. Yes peeps, that is the life if these were the boots I walked in.